Before the exclamation stopped, Gray's head collided with the head of the spirit machine.

It was the fire of the true spirit, although the creation was not for attack, although the purpose was to live and not to die, but after all, it came from the hand of the true spirit, and it was originally meant to be born to balance the underworld.

A strange scene appeared, the moment the head touched the head, the gray brother's head began to disappear, and the body was pushed forward due to inertia, and it became nothing little by little. What is particularly terrifying is that Brother Gray's body is much larger than that head, and it should form a hole, or burn it out as a whole;

The huge body just crashed into the little head, no ash, no smoke, no corpses, nothing left.

Immortals are hard to save.

Moths can still smoke when they put out fires, mantis arms can still hear the crisp sound when blocking cars, ants can move mountains, they can't move mountains but can move gravel with tongs; Gray Brother is not as good as them, not only did they fail to make a noise, but they didn't even leave their souls.

There is no soul.

No soul?

There is no soul!

"Ahh

The sudden scream, the spirit suddenly woke up from the state of dementia, and the father and mother pounced on it like a remarriage, holding the head and looking left and right.

The head was already in his hand, and he didn't need to look at where he pounced, and to make such a move can only be said to be too excited, or too desperate.

The reality is the latter.

Brother Gray has no soul after his death, but he has no soul!

After a thousand hesitations, he risked falling out with Thirteen, and finally made a ruthless move, not to kill a stupid animal, but to make a living!

He has tried everything, and Gray Brother is his whole and only hope, but he has no soul after his death. Not even as good as ordinary people.

Why?

Why?

"Why!"

Haoyang let out a terrible and helpless roar on the edge, and the spirit machine held his head and searched it over and over again like crazy, and his heart sank in the abyss.

There is no soul. Not to mention letting the soul enter the underworld to live, there is no soul at all.

The Heavenly Dao designed the immeasurable eons for eternal life, and the immeasurable eons really can't even see this?

How can it be?

Of course not.

Countless thousands of years of suffering. Countless thousands of years of persistence and searching, has not been able to keep seeking, such a career has long been accustomed to it, and it has long been tired of it. Whether he really understands it or not, he is actually cooperating with this matter, trying to find an opportunity in it.

Heavenly Dao is so aggressive? How can the mad spirit be killed casually, a long and fierce battle, in which no one knows the hardships and dangers, and the result only brings another disappointment; Even Lingji himself couldn't help but admit that he had already felt the most terrifying feeling of the Infinite Tribulation: tired!

"Eternal life can be buried, there is immeasurable death, ten thousand laws are difficult to reach, and it will only be revealed when you are tired. ”

This sentence was not said to anyone, the supreme rule.

He knew he was going to die, not to die without dying, not to really die. It's the sinking he told Thirteen Lang about, just as he described it to Big Ash. Forever wandering in darkness, coldness and nothingness, there will be no day of liberation.

Lingji felt fear deeper than anyone else, and he had no choice but to force himself not to think about it.

Wandering around, he encounters Gray. Killing Chubby, poisoning Dingdong, and the conflict with Thirteen Lang suddenly took a turn for the better, and that "weak and can't help but wind" Xiao Xiu proposed a proposal that made the spirit pound: Creation!

Immeasurable Tribulation is so easy to convince? If it weren't for the inspiration of his own heart, Thirteen Lang would really be able to bloom lotus flowers. Don't want to move him in the slightest.

Falling into the abyss is terrible, and what is even more terrifying is grabbing the life-saving rope after falling, only to find out that it is really just a straw.

"It can't be nothing, it can't be!"

Screaming and jumping wildly, the mind put the head around the neck, and then took it off the neck, buckled it up, and took it off again, and the madness did not seem funny, but pitiful.

He is like a child, he thinks that there is a treasure hidden in his treasure jar, and he finds it empty over and over again, and he is unwilling not to give up, but he can't help but despair about it.

"Roar!"

The roar changed to a wail, and the skeleton's empty eyes flowed with colorful light, and the silk was entangled into a ball of tears, adding black and white.

In the madness, the spirit did not notice this, he was immeasurable, how could he cry, how could he believe that he could cry?

There were many other things he hadn't noticed, such as the fact that its head had long since lost its body, and that red and ink were entangled, as if they were in some kind of competition.

He didn't notice that when he pressed his head back to his body again and again, his body shortened and became smaller again and again, like a transformation.

He didn't notice that since the integration of Brother Gray, the entire Haoyang has been changing, and the outer layer of wind and sand and the inner layer of fire have all been triggered, and they are gathering in one direction in an unstoppable situation.

"Aaron!"

Canglang star, a certain mountain and a certain water, the big gray with red makeup on his back suddenly roared, and his momentum skyrocketed, soaring into the sky.

"Ho!"

In the depths of Haoyang, Jin Wu suddenly had a palpitation, inexplicably as if the limit of life and death was approaching, and his expression changed greatly.

"Big Ash!"

In the Golden Palace, Ding Dong woke up from his deep sleep, his body rushing out as if he was being held by a rope, and tears flowed down his face.

"This is"

In the cottage square, Sister Ayu, who was explaining humanity to the clansmen, suddenly froze, and after a moment of confusion, her expression turned cold, and she instantly changed people.

"Inspiration!"

In mid-air, Thirteen Lang fell for no reason in the gallop, got up as if he realized something, his speed increased dramatically, his expression was crazy, and he roared loudly.

"Presumptuous!"

On the Wuliang Mountain, in the Purple Heart View, in the center of the Dharma Altar, in the belly of the lotus fairy, the sound of angry drums continued to sound, converging into a majestic roar.

"Presumptuous!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Presumptuous!"

The last sound was made by the lotus fairy, and the strong sense of crisis made her body tremble, her heart was turbulent, her face was distorted by severe pain, and her expression was hideous because of rage.

"Presumptuous!"

Around the Infinite Mountain, thousands of screams continued for a moment, and thousands of creatures were confused, and in the blink of an eye, the color of fear on their faces disappeared, and all of them turned into anger and shouts.

"Presumptuous!"

It's the beginning of the morning sun.

There is no more accurate description of the anger that shakes the world. With an angry shout, the entire realm soul world was alarmed, and no one changed color in all directions.

On the vast expanse of the earth, the sound of clicking exploded, and cracks were revealed for no reason. Spreading, expanding, stretching and approaching, tearing apart mountains, opening rivers, destroying cottages and cities, and conjuring up endless oceans.

There's water underground!

Everyone knows that there is fire underground, but no one knows that the underground of the Realm Soul World is not fire, but boundless water!

The fountains rushed into the sky like raging waves, and thousands of feet and water cliffs from thousands of feet quickly took shape. Sweeping, no, it should be said that crushing the earth is advancing in all directions, in all directions. The wails of man and beast cannot be heard, the madman and ordinary people are all buried, and there are mountains, waters, rivers, and ravines. All buried underwater.

All souls are extinguished, but the will is immortal. The surging tide of water can't annihilate a little fluorescent, and the fluorescent light is like a stream of silk threads, pointing to the immeasurable mountain.

On the Wuliang Mountain, the Spirit Gathering Altar slowly rose, and then it grew like a heavenly pillar, long and long, and long and long. 10,000 meters, 10,000 miles, straight into the sky.

The anger of the four directions condensed an invisible force, and among the hundreds of millions of silver threads, the holy aunt raised her hand and patted it with one palm. Imagine the rising sun.

"What is not exalted, surrender, or die!"

Once a finger buried the stars, how powerful not to mention, at that time the holy aunt sat on the top of the mountain, the starry sky was endless, far away from thousands of mountains, and the distance never limited its casting.

Waving the fingertips of the palm shadow is formed, the jade finger is pink and white and crystal clear, so beautiful that it can't be more beautiful, and it can't be more fierce. Before the shadow of the palm arrived, Haoyang had already begun to tremble, as if the mountains were suppressing ants, and the power was approaching. What is especially amazing is that even though the palm of the hand is not full of hand, it feels like it covers the entire sky, including those stars, those nothingness, and the huge sun that shines on the whole world.

Tens of thousands of silver filaments converged into a stream, and countless fireflies surged in, each one, each time, providing strength to the Holy Aunt, and making her momentum soar.

The divine glow has never been so strong, the solemnity has never been so heavy, under the majesty, all spirits are on the ground, worshipping in all directions, no one can resist.

Except for the bird.

"Roar!"

The golden crow cried, screaming out like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, and the golden wheel in the sky moved, and it grew ten million times crazy in an instant. Out of the sea of fire shot a head, a claw, a brilliant long feather!

"Black cry, three claws, real fire feathers!"

The golden crow sang loudly, waking up the whole world; the three claws attacked, and the golden crow attacked all in it; the bright fire feather was the rarest, and the golden crow had been cultivated for more than 200 years, and only this one was refined.

It is particularly worth mentioning that the Boundary Golden Crow is an extremely unique individual, firstly, it does not have the slightest strength of its own, and it is so weak that it can no longer be weak; secondly, the Realm Soul does not hesitate to make great efforts, and after obtaining the Soul of the Golden Crow, it instinctively realizes that it is born for the sun and is more suitable for casting the Sun than itself, so the Realm Soul will vigorously cut off the connection and let the Golden Crow refine the sacrifice.

From this point of view, the Golden Crow is the strongest, stronger than it was in its own heyday.

roaring and surging, the first thing to meet is not supernatural powers, but will and coercion collide with each other, and they are instantly high and low.

Under the divine power, the high-pitched black cry only half a voice became weak, hoarse and dull like the wailing of a weak beast; on the contrary, the holy aunt had a disdainful expression on her face, and said softly, "I don't know what I can do", and the palm was even more urgent.

The next moment, the three claws flew apart, the fire feathers collapsed, and the jade palm was still crystal sacred, except that the color was slightly lighter than the original, as if nothing had happened.

"Roar!"

The struggle was futile, the struggle was useless, the three-legged bird flew upside down to the Golden Palace, and its body was split into several parts, and it was almost difficult to recover.

The True Spirit struck with all his strength and was defeated with one blow.

"Evil obstacles, all of your qiē are given by me, dare to be the enemy of the sky. ”

Contempt and low drinking could not hide the anger, and the lotus fairy felt the pain coming from her abdomen, and her beautiful and holy face was even more solemn.

"Find your own death, and I will fulfill you. ”

The sound fell and the palm was closed, and a finger broke the yang, chasing the body of the golden crow and approaching Haoyang, pressing and pausing in front of a face, in the center of a person's forehead.

Looking at the strange and familiar face, looking at the clear eyes that revealed endless doubts, the lotus fairy froze.

"It's you. ”

(To be continued......)